Anders Guggisberg's vast oeuvre might instinctively prompt a skeptical roll of the eyes and a quick dismissal of the artists as yet another Swiss duo bent on reiterating the refined clumsiness, childlike inquisitiveness, and carefree sense of humor canonized by Fischli and Weiss rigorously amass, archive, and ingeminate subjects of contemporary experience -- from sausages to existential questions -- Lutz and Guggisberg cultivate distraction through their compulsive study of haphazardly gathered stimuli; like archaeologists gone awry, they "dig" not to find artifacts but to bury them, rediscovering the present by its ironic historicization.